“The Old Town Green”



“The Old Town Green”

Some of my earliest memories are of the Old Town Green

A place of great adventure for me

I looked forward to walking in the grass

Sitting on the curb as the parade went past

Running round and round the Gazebo

From there to the old tank I would go

Climbing all over the relic of war

Imagining fighting on a foreign shore

Knowing that it represented those that fought to keep us free

What humbling place to be

The heart of a small New England town

A place to see vendors, shows, and clowns

In the fall the trees filled with brilliant color

A last festive show before snow cover

As Christmas approached lights replaced the leaves

It was a magical sight on a December’s eve

Spring brought everything new

Wet sneakers from the morning dew

Maybe someday I will return to that place

I know If I do, it will put a smile on my white-bearded face

© 2016 Leo J. Woodman


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